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Chapter 2

Mehek gazed at the diamond ring adorning her ring finger. A month passed since she got engaged to Aarush. Her life seemed to have achieved a peculiar stability, a balance which she had lost long ago. Aarush showered her with care & concern while she allowed herself to be spoiled by his affection. Alcohol and drugs were still her weakness but she had managed to come out its addiction. For once she was thankful to her father for being strict on her. She wanted to be sober, for Aarush, for them. She was wearing a purple, knee length fit & flare dress. Purple was Aarush's favourite colour and he admired her in purple. He had invited her to spend some time in his penthouse, which was situated away from hustle of city. Mehek hit accelerator to reach there on time. She loved the thrill of sneaking out from her mansion to meet Aarush. Her father had forbidden them to meet until marriage which was schedule for next month. But she was rebel and Aarush too craved to spend time with her. She smirked at the thought of meeting him after many days. Suddenly her engine failed and her car ceased to move. She cursed and kicked the vehicle while she looked around for help. She was stranded in a lone area without any network. Mehek was relieved when a SUV stopped beside her.

"My head hurts", Mehek mumbled. She slowly opened her eyes to realise she was lying on an uncomfortable bed. She looked around and found none. She rubbed her eyes and tried to recall it all. She remembered seeking help from a stranger who halted to help her. As she was talking to him, someone covered her mouth with a wet cloth and then it all went blank. 'Did I get kidnapped?', she looked around anxiously. She was kept in a room with no windows but light seeped from dusty ventilator windows. She walked towards the door and as expected found it locked. She banged on it for some time and shouted at the door. Finally she got tired and gave it up. After some time she heard footsteps and became alert, she looked around but didn't find any suitable material to defend herself. She drew herself to corner of bed and waited for her captor. Door opened, a handsome well-built young man walked into the room and smirked at her. He crossed his hands on his chest and noticed her. She understood he was enjoying her fear and vulnerability. "what do you want? If it's money then you can call my father and he will provide you. Get on to it and let me go", she tried to be brave. "I am not after money", he told firmly. She could faintly recognize his voice and looked at him intently. 'God, it's him. It's really him', she was alarmed. He had grown a beard and beefed up ,still she could distinguish his voice and his eyes. It was Shaurya, Shaurya Singh Ahlawat.

"What do you want?", her voice wavered. "I want justice, Ms Maan", he replied. "Murdering me will not bring back your sister", she was quick to get back at him. He laughed, it was a crazy laugh. "Ms Maan, there are several horrible things in life that are worse than death. I am planning to subject you to many of them. Rest assured that by the time, I am done with you, death would appear as a favourable option", he sounded calculative. Mehek froze but her cunning mind started to work on a defensive plan. "Look, Mr Ahlawat. I had nothing to do with your sister's death. It was proved too else ACP would never have let me free. You are barking at wrong tree", she tried her trick, "I will not let anyone know about my kidnapping if you let me go. I can arrange some cash for you too". "Lesson.1, Ms Maan. Money can't buy all", he walked towards her, "And I am not for sale". She walked backwards in fear until she hit her back on the wall. "Help!!!!Someone help me", she shouted for help. "Scream as much as you want but none will hear you and come for your aid", he whispered into her ear while she cringed away from him. Shaurya walked away and threw a packet at her, "Take off your clothes including your inners and put it inside it". Fear gipped her as she slowly try to make sense of his words. He smirked at her speculation, "And change yourself to the clothes kept in the packet". She found a cheap pair of pants and shirt in it. It was evident that they were already used by someone. Mehek was taken back and forgot her predicament for a moment, "Are you kidding me? Even my servants have better clothes". "I know. It belongs to most lowly paid female employee in my plantation", he spoke to add fuel to her humiliation. She threw it away. "Suit yourself. You can wear or deny them. But I need all your exquisite attire", he explained, "I could easily take it off you but I prefer not to dirty my hands but touching you. Don't force me to reconsider". Mehek was astonished by his words and it brought back to her cunning self, "Shaurya please. Let me remain in my clothes. Why do you want them?", she wailed. "Never dare to call me by name and address me as Master. Now decide", he ordered. Mehek was wise enough to know when to retreat. She pulled out clothes from packet, She was happy to find a fresh packet of undergarments though they were of inferior quality & style. She started to pull down zipper of her clothes. Shauray turned away keeping his back on to her. It surprised her still she remained alert. "Throw it one by one", he ordered and she complied. Finally she was dressed up in a servant's used clothes when he faced her. He smirked, "Perfect" . Shaurya started to collect her cloths and neatly folded them into the packet. Finally he took her lacey thong and ripped it violently. Mehek gasped and he glared at her, "A gift for your fiance. Let his imagination run wild". "You are crazy", she spewed. "Maybe I am and you are responsible for it. So better obey me and don't make me mad", he warned before leaving her.

"Eat it and sleep. You have to wake up early and start your work", Shaurya ordered while pushing plate of food at her. "Ewww, who will eat it", she turned her face and gaged. "Even this won't be available tomorrow", he pushed it to her again. "I would rather starve than eat it", she sounded brave. "Suit yourself", he took the plate and left. "it will suit my diet. My dad would have found me by tomorrow and it will be your end, Mr Ahlawat", she murmured. She held her stomach and slept in fetal position. Next morning she woke up early by banging noise at door. When she opened her eyes, she found him standing at door. "Get up and work", he ordered. She shook her head and tried to make sense of her surroundings. By that time she understood her situation, Shaurya pulled her out of bed and dragged her upstairs. It was an old cottage which was moving towards its extinction. Mehek was kept in its basement and she realized it was most clean part of the house. Dust, dirt and cobwebs were everywhere and she wondered how any human managed to live in it. "Start cleaning from kitchen", he instructed. "If you feel you can threaten me to do such despicable job then you are in for a surprise", she dared him. "I am leaving now. When I am back if I don't find house clean, you will stay hungry till it's done", he told and left. Mehek rolled her eyes and looked for ways to escape. Most of the windows were grilled and the house had only one main door which he had locked. She remained adamant with hope that her father will managed to trace her out.

@ Khanna Mansion

'Need a break. Going on solo trip. Will be on device detox'. Vikram Maan read Mehek's text and got furious. He called up Aarush and complained about Mehek's recklessness. Off late Aarush had become his confidante and support for handling Mehek. Svetlana Agarwal's son proved to be a valid asset and he was proud of his choice. Aarush too had got similar text from Mehek. He was calm as she sometimes went off radar with her gypsy friends and came back in couple of days. It was unlikely for her to stay away from luxury provided by her home and her father's money. He managed to console his future father-in-law on his anxiety of being afraid that Mehek will go back to her addiction. They both decided to reprimand her when she returns from her exile. Vikram Maan relaxed and went back to his affairs. He was too busy to probe further into it but Swati wasn't convinced. Small or big, Mehek usually informs her about all her plans. She was suspicious coz she didn't receive any call or text from Mehek. Since she didn't want to disturb Vikram Sir, she decided to check on her own but discreetly.

By evening when Shaurya returned, he found the house as same as before and Mehek was resting in her room. She managed to survive on water bottles which he had carelessly left behind. "I see you haven't started yet", he glared at her and she rolled her at him. "Fine. No more water & food for you until you finish the task", he left her again. 'Moron, I will kill you miserably', she promised herself while her stomach grumbled in protest. Another day passed away. It's been 2 days since she had food and a day without a drop of water. She was reluctant to drink unfiltered water from kitchen tap. But at the end she had to quench her thirst with tap water but that too was gone quickly. She felt dizzy and extremely weak. She cursed her father & Aarush who were unable to find her. Unwillingly she pulled out a dusting cloth and started to clean the house. When Shaurya came, she looked at him expectedly but other than throwing a bottle of water at her, he didn't offer any food. "Master, I cleaned half of the house", she pointed out after gulping the water. She stressed on word Master to please him. "So? Two days back, I wanted entire house to be cleaned and you missed achieving it. Besides you haven't done anything worthwhile to be rewarded", he said rudely and turned to leave but was held by Mehek. She was too hungry to let her pride rule her fate. She begged on the floor, "Please , give me something to eat. I will do anything". "Anything?", he asked again. She nodded. "Are you sure you will do anything I demand?", he asked viciously, alarming Mehek